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September 27, 2006

as Yeats will tell you...

"Art that doesn't attempt the impossible is not performing its function."

September 26, 2006

Welcome to the light, precious baby Gigi,
born at 1:30PM, today, in New York, NY.

September 21, 2006


Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

September 13, 2006


The
Heart is right to cry
Even when the smallest drop of light,
Of love,
Is taken away.
Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream
In a dignified
Silence,
But you are so right
To do so in any fashion
Until God returns
To
You.
Hafiz
(the sufi master)

September 10, 2006

blessed


Sept.11, 2001

Moments of clarity amidst the fog of tragedy...

I remember you saying last year
She’s gone
(I hardly knew her, but mourned her with you)
He never woke-up,
and one January,
He just slipped away
leaving only a confused body behind him.
All so alive
And not nearly old enough to leave...

And I realize that
This is just a season
of mortality
In our eternal lives.


I look at the images
of children I love
and hunger to hold them
And make all the world right for them.

And I listen to the sky
Waiting for the wails and screams
to be brought by the wind to me

But what I hear instead
is the silence of the Universal Voice

SINGING

YOU ARE BLESS-ED

September 6, 2006

Nic on the phone this minute:

I have rediscovered the joy of eavesdropping.

The Starbucks near campus is best.

It's amazing how much time people can talk about nothing. Or better yet how much people talk, who have nothing to say.

September 2, 2006

long weekend ripe with mischief

President Bush & Brazilians

Donald Rumsfeld is briefing George Bush in the Oval Office. "Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today."

Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his face in his hands, muttering "My God...My God..."

"Mr. President", says Cheney, "we lose soldiers all the time, and it's terrible. But I've never seen you so upset. What's the matter?"

Bush looks up and says...."How many is a Brazilian?"



thanks to my personal potter/publicist for the joke!